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[cacophonish]

away message

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cease to resist
giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
youll think im dead
but i sail away
on a wave of mutilation 🌊🌊🌊

brb dudes ✌️ im either checking out the boat or i got lost in tommy bahama again ☹️ LEAVE A MESSAGE... text ✦ voice ✦ video ✦ action

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[text] Oct 11, dayish

[broshaw]

2nd got clocked x2 in a row
hot coffee girl + evil cult cop

im gonna 🤥👇 4 now
we need 2 meet up
all of us
we got 2 tlk

[cacophonish]

oops 🤭

we have to talk?
yikes!!
sounds like relationship trouble

[broshaw]

ugh
its not NOT that
#complcited

im gnna pt sum shit 2gether
ur shitty dum acetic will luv it 👓
until then avod the dood w blood crossed face

[cacophonish]

ok wait so which one's the evil cult cop with the blood crossed face??

[ He hasn't connected the dots to Pratt yet because... WELL, Jeff only has chill, positive memories of the guy, and "Geoff's" own objective assessment of him is that... he's a harmless fucking idiot ]

btw if you're going where i think you're going
try not to slip on any blood

[ Because okay maybe "Geoff" made a mess there. ]

don't want you cracking your head open again 😘

[broshaw]

pratt
ull see him hes the only 1 looks like he sshould b here

jfc u ben bz huh
u evn try 2 b cool or is tath naturly 2 hard 4 u
i mean their ez pikins here
lz af 🙄🦥💀
only 1 br so far

[cacophonish]

THAT guy???
lmao wtf did you do to piss him off?

hey i tried to play nice but that went out the window when bash turned me down
you know how sensitive i am 🥺

[broshaw]

this bodys his bf 😔😒

u mean ur desprate but ya ok we
bash is 🔥🔥 tru
sk8d w this body
guss ur not as hot as 🦈🔑 huh

Text; November 1, 6:05am

[midnightroads]

pleas let me know when your up.

[cacophonish]

[ he types, deletes, hyperventilates, types, deletes, has a cry, then sends three messages in succession: ]

im awake

are you in your room

i dont want to be alone

[midnightroads]

im home come here please. door ajar.

[cacophonish]

He blacked out. He lost time. There's texts on his phone, conversations he can't recall, spanning days he doesn't remember, and he can't remember anything beyond some overwhelming feeling of nothingness, which is a total fucking contradiction, right? How can you feel nothing, and experience it, and remember it, as a concept in its own right, instead of as the absence of something else?

He woke up in an outfit he's never seen before, a tattered suit jacket over a skeleton shirt, and it feels so wrong, he has to peel it off before he can even see Bash. He shoves it under the couch and sifts through a pile of clothes that must've come from the Spirit Halloween, before all the unfamiliarity is too overwhelming, and he reaches for the nearest things that spark any recognition. Cozy Tommy Bahama pajama pants, and a sweatshirt he'd cut up into a crop top and drew all over in markers a couple days ago.

(Weeks ago, he realizes.)

He doesn't bother to wipe the tears from his face, and he probably looks like a fucking mess, anyway, having cried so much he felt like he was gonna puke. He just drifts in the direction of Bash's room, moving with a dazed sort of purpose, like a ghost going through the motions of a half-remembered life.

If Bash is still in his bed, that's where Jeff will head, to curl up beside him with a desperate need for warmth and contact. He doesn't say anything yet, because if he opens his mouth, he's not sure he'll be able to hold it together, to get through a single goddamn word without bawling.

He has no idea what happened. Again. It's a terrible, familiar fucking nightmare.

[midnightroads]

Bash is sitting on the bed until Jeff joins him, and then he's clinging desperately, tightly. It's clear that whatever happened, Bash is aware of it and Jeff's been missed--but was there any doubt that he'd know, he'd always know, from the moment someone else opened Jeff's mouth?

"Thank the gods you're back. Thank every god and titan you're back. Oh, fuckin' hell, love, you're not allowed to scare me like that ever again. Ever-ever-ever."

[cacophonish]

It feels like the greatest relief to hold Bash, and be held, and to know, to have it confirmed, that he exists. As long as Bash's arms are around him, he can't float off into nothingness again. Jeff nods against him, opens his mouth to say something, but only manages a pitiful, hiccuping sob at first. It takes him a few moments before he can finally speak.

"I'm-- I was gone, and I don't-- I don't remember--" There's too much he's trying to say, and he can't stop tripping over his words, and fuck, it's hard to stop, but he needs to take a breath. Just. Breathe.

He sniffs, and in a small voice, he finally asks, "What happened?"

He's already dreading the answer.

December 31st / Text

[konpeito_aji]

Take your time, until you are ready.

But when you are, we need to talk.

Would it be better in person or like this?

- 😈 Meow Maou Jiijii 🐈‍⬛

[cacophonish]

[ when Jeff returns his text, it'll probably be clear that, for however upset he was at the trial, he's not angry with Nobunaga now, if only because he opens it with: ]

hi grandpa cat 🐈‍⬛

in person is better
i hate typing a lot of words
where do you want to meet?

[konpeito_aji]

[AHAHAHAHA FUCK. He forgot how he'd talked to Klaus about that too, and he didn't expect the sudden surge of intense pain. Fuuuuck. This is good though. Jeff is great.]

Anywhere you feel safest and happy, but that I can rest my back to a wall. Valdis took quite a bit of my soul, and I'm not fully recovered. It is early enough neither Ava nor Klaus will be awake, so Sand Dollars is fine, unless you prefer something different.

[cacophonish]

lets do sand dollars ☕️
i need sugar and cafine anyway

[ Because it's too early for him, too! But he wants to meet up and talk with Nobunaga, because he wants to hear him out, clear things up, and... and fuck it, he does feel bad for losing his temper when the two of them, Nobunaga and Ari, were trying to stand up for what they believed was right.

He still doesn't agree with them, but. He doesn't want the trial to stay festering in this friendship either.

Especially after what happened with Klaus. ]

[konpeito_aji]

Okay. What's your favorite? I'll have it waiting for you. 👊

[Nobunaga has not slept since leaving Teyrey's cabin, though he's still kind of healing like he said, and makes sure to get as securely in a corner as he can with a white tea for himself, because he can't see color anymore, so the only way to determine the difference in matcha and everyone else's usual is by smell, and that could be annoying.]

[cacophonish]

peppermint mocha
it's like hot chocolate but with coffee!!
thanks 😊

[ And, in a bit, Jeff arrives in pajama pants and an oversized mesh sweater that don't go together. He totally haphazardly put this on as he rolled out of bed. When he spots Nobunaga, he makes a beeline for him, doing his best to try to keep his concern from being too obvious as he sees how tired the other man looks.

He smiles, bright and sunny, and waves before flopping down on a chair. ]

Hey.

action

[businessorlibation]

Look, Johnny lives on the same end of the hall as Jeff, so obviously he knows his cabin number. But rather than leaving these conversations to text, he shows up in person, knocks on the door. He's not dressed to the nines right now, his hair isn't slicked back. This is a casual talk, not a Talk.

Except for the parts that are going to be a Talk.

[cacophonish]

Whoa. This is the first time he's ever seen Johnny looking so casual. For a moment, Jeff's not sure if he's okay or if there's something wrong or if he's just doing laundry or what.

Then again, it's not like Jeff's all that dressed up, either. So maybe it means nothing at all!

"Hey dude. What's up?"

[businessorlibation]

…maybe he needs to let his hair down more often. His impeccable style and grooming is a mask, a defense mechanism, a way of hiding his flaws. But it’s clearly left an impact.

“I wanted to talk to you about a couple matters, nothing bad. One of them is a more private thing, though, so can I come in?”

[cacophonish]

"Oh-- yeah, totally!" Jeff steps aside to usher Johnny in. Please don't mind the state of the room, it's kind of...

Cluttered. Not dirty or anything, just messy and disorganized in a similar way to Jeff's own messy, disorganized self. The couch is clear, at least, once Jeff takes his guitar and puts it away to make space for Johnny. (Though there is a furby sitting there, hope you don't mind sharing a seat with it...)

"So, like. What kind of stuff did you wanna talk about?"

[businessorlibation]

He’s not judging the mess. He might be judging the Furby. And by judging, we mean testing how it feels to pat-pat the little fellow.

“Both related to the drag show. The first is that I noticed you were drinking a Shirley Temple that night. I know Klaus has been working on going sober, so I’ve been learning and coming up with mocktails for him. If you want to help me with workshopping them, that’d be nice. I want to make sure people who aren’t drinking can still have something that feels special when I’m at the bar.”

He’s not directly asking if Jeff is working on his alcohol consumption. Just offering the option. That’s nice and subtle, right?

[cacophonish]

The Furby responds by wiggling its ears and letting out a mechanical laugh. Apparently, it approves of being patted.

"Oh? Yeah, um." He flashes a little smile and nods. He hasn't exactly been working on getting sober, not like Klaus, but there's certainly been thoughts of cutting back, at least. A small effort, if nothing else. "I don't know a lot about mocktails, but I could help." He nods, as if offering himself some reassurance that he is, in fact, qualified to taste test mocktails. "Yeah! That's really cool of you to offer."